growing up in brighton wasn’t like growing up in say jersey or the bay area. i knew very few other indian people, so my parents would haul me off to functions at the ICC to get my monthly dosage of brownness… the auditorium was revamped back when i was in high school and the stage is a fun performance venue. alas, they *still* didn’t put in seats, so the audience must sit on folding chairs(so you might as well get up and dance on stage). there are a number of other random rooms that serve no other purpose than to give bored children space to ramble around in. there’s a large tv(missing some knobs) that probably dates back to the 70s. if you don’t get any reception, then kick it *hard* and it should work fine. downstairs there’s a «library» that has no books and a random room with a fake bar that children can run around in also. at some point, however, this downstairs was closed off, and i don’t know if it ever reopened. there’s a great sledding hill right behind the icc, but don’t sled there b/c there’s a curvy road right at the bottom where crazy indian aunties drive WAY too fast along. there’s a lot of wildernessy area all around, so if you don’t like the sweets they give you during religious ceremonies(you know, the kind you’re not supposed to throw away), then just go walk into the woods and leave it for the animals… God will understand!